J used to be a more thoughtful person, he's pretty sure. At least, he was good at being thoughtful toward his mother and taking care of S when they were teenagers. He doesn't always feel like he has that skill anymore, and it awes him a bit now to have that kind of care turned toward him. S is always so considerate toward him, but this is that writ large, a whole Christmas of S taking a chance to try and make him happy.

Brought back to the moment, he flushes, reaching for the remaining gift. "You have presents, too," he points out. He'd feel awkward, he thinks, sitting here without something to hold while S opens the last two, the gloves and the plush doll. They seem very silly gifts next to the array of lovely things S has given him, but he hopes that's just him getting lost in his head. S will like them. He's not sure S will be wowed by them, but they're decent gifts, surely. "Open something."